[sticky entry] Sticky: Greetings

Jan. 1st, 2020 01:04 pm
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Hello! If you're here for the fanfiction, there's an archive below the cut. Many of these works are yaoi/shonen-ai, and some may be rated as high as NC-17. If this is not your cup of tea, then please leave. All entries will be clearly labeled, so proceed at your own risk. Comments and crits are always welcome. Flames will be deleted without comment.


Otherwise, feel free to browse! Friending is always welcome; but if we haven't interacted much, you might want to drop me a comment. If I don't recognize a name, I might not friend back ^_^.




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dragonimp: (Oh noes!)
Crossposting from tumblr, because why not:

Had a dream last night that BONES released a follow-up movie to CoS, and somehow turned the bittersweet ending into an outright depressing one. Al died, I don’t remember what else, but nobody had a good outcome, and fandom lost its collective shit (as you do).

Woke up already plotting fixit fic and really confused. I have no idea why I was dreaming about this.
dragonimp: (Bedtime)

Title: Can You Feel the Silence
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWPangst
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Warnings: none


Ao3


It was the sound of the shower that woke Ed. It was so familiar and comfortable that he almost went right back to sleep, but some part of his brain woke up enough to follow the lazy Roy’s taking a shower with Roy’s not home.

He sat bolt upright and blinked around at the room. The lamp on Roy’s side was on. Roy’s uniform jacket had been flung onto the foot of the bed. Roy’s boots were sitting in front of the closet.


While Ed had been trying to force the evidence before him to make sense with his understanding of reality the water shut off. A moment later Roy stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in his pajama pants and toweling off his hair. “Did I wake you? I’m sorry.”


.....



This fic has been brought to you by sparkly ink and the fact that THE WORLD HAS GONE TO SHIT AND I NEED SOME PORN

dragonimp: (fanfic)
Title: Mother Arc: Chapter 24

Rating: PG

Genre: family saga

Pairing: Roy/Ed

Warnings: none


Ao3


As soon as the nurse was gone they locked the door to the hospital room. Although “locked” was perhaps too mild a term—Ed fuzed the door with the wall.




Mei made a face at the machines and tubes and muttered about them being “barbaric” before she yanked the blankets to one side. Placing a hand on Roy’s stomach, she took a deep breath and settled in to focus.



......



*a wild fic appears*

dragonimp: (One of those days)
Anyone else need a break from politics but feel like they can't because so much shit keeps happening and if you turn your back the world the nation the world is just sort of going to explode?

In other but not unrelated news I think I finally don't have a migraine, which is significant since I've pretty much had one (low grade) since the inauguration. Literally. It started Friday morning, went through Saturday and the March*, kinda eased up Sunday evening, started in on the other side Monday and went through last night. Like. Trump taking office gave me a migraine.

Might see about editing some fic today, though, because I need a break.



*Just a tip, but please do not burn sage or anything else in a crowd, you do not know who among the many around you might have respiratory problems or sensitivities. In this case it was REALLY NOT HELPING THE NAUSIA AND HEADACHE. I appreciate the sentiment but please, just don't.
dragonimp: (snuggles)
Title: Yule Log
Author: [personal profile] dragonimp
Rating: G
Genre: Romance, WaFF
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Warnings: sappiness
Summary: “Snow getting to you?”

Read on Ao3||read on LJ

For some reason Roy had tucked himself away in the front room, so Ed decided to be courteous for once and bring the cocoa to him. He found him sitting by the window, seemingly mesmerized by the flurry of snow outside.


“If this keeps up, we might be here longer than we thought,” Ed remarked. “I hope you planned for—ack!”


Without warning Roy grabbed him around the middle, pressing his face to Ed’s chest. Ed stumbled, juggling the mugs and somehow getting them safely to the windowsill without scalding either one of them. “Shit, Roy, I don’t actually want to dump hot liquid on you! What’s with you?”

dragonimp: (irritated)
Felt like shit the last several days, and I know a lot of it I hormones making everything worse, so I can't really judge how much of it is the usual the-holidays-are-shit problem.

But the holidays are shit.
dragonimp: (Default)
 On top of election results, I've had to deal with my period starting (yay hormones and cramps) and a low-grade migraine that started last night. Which means my plans for today got mostly canceled and I'm turning in early -_-.

Stay safe y'all.
dragonimp: (Default)
 Facebook isn't helped by the fact that I'm pretty much afraid to comment or say anything. Anxiety hit every time.  Kinda been unconsciously operating with the notion that it's better to be distant and for all intents and purposes friendless than to over-step and say the wrong thing (once again) and alienate people (again) and be actually friendless.
dragonimp: (Default)
 Facebook is too superficial, tumblr is too public, and this place is too depressingly dead, so the only time I get motivation to post anywhere is when I need to vent.

So yeah, I bottomed out a couple weeks ago from an overload of stress.  And it sucked.  And it still kinda sucks, just not all the time.  But my motivation to talk about any of it or post anything personal - here or anywhere - is pretty much zero.
dragonimp: (snuggles)

Title: Ice and Rocks Were Not Part of the Plan
Rating: PG-13
Genre: romance, fluff
Pairing: Roy/Ed




For: “One blanket, two frozen assholes...”

Ao3



It was supposed to be a simple mission.  Just a meeting with the commander of North City, maybe an inspection of one or two of the outposts.

Ed had insisted on coming along and Roy still wasn’t sure why.  He wasn’t even full military anymore, hadn’t been since he’d come back.  But he said he’d “never been up that way,” and even though Roy had told him there wasn’t much to see except snow and more snow, here he was.  In the exact right place for his life to be in danger once again.

dragonimp: (One of those days)

Title: Stigma
Rating: PG
Genre: AU, angst
Pairing: Roy/Ed




For: “Soulmarks on the wrist/arm that Ed lost”

Ao3



“I’m sorry I can’t be more help, Alphonse.”  Roy set another box on the to sell stacks by the door.  It wasn’t as if he would be needing much up north.  “And I’m sorry I’m not being a better host.”

“That’s okay, Sir,” the boy was quick to assure him.  “I’m just glad I caught you before you had to leave.”

dragonimp: (Bedtime)

Title: The Hour of the Wolf

Rating: PG

Genre: angst

Pairing: Roy/Ed

Warnings: talk of depression, PTSD

For: “Vulnerabilities”

Ao3



Ed stumbled out into the living room, his half-awake brain honing in on the incessant, obnoxious ringing that had woken him in the fuck-ass hours of the morning.  His feet propelled him forward as he went through his options:  he could ignore it and let Al deal with it; he could unplug the damn thing; or he could pick it up and see who it was like a responsible person.

He stared at the receiver that was now in his hand.  Guess he was going for option three.  Although now that the noise had stopped, the temptation to simply drop the phone and go back to sleep was strong.  But curiosity and the fact that so few people called—and never at this hour—finally won out, and he put the phone to his ear.  “H’lo?”

“Ed?”

He blinked, startled awake another two notches.  He knew the voice on the other end, but something didn’t sound right.

dragonimp: (Default)
Okay, I am glad I went. Even with the migraine that's been steadily creating in all evening. More later when I don't feel half dead.

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